for me to find MYSELF

For those, who are silenced,

For those, who are voiceless,

For those, who just remain a whisper in the air,

For those, who must cry themselves to sleep for comfort and soladation,

For me, For you, For CHANGE 

 

NO mom i will not shut up , its time to rise and speak out, So when will we stop

 with all this fake bullshit, we are not Barbie and Ken dolls so put down the   plastic masks and let me be me. 

The paper is my megaphone, the pencil is my voice  its time for others to rise above and express themselves

Fly Free,

Soar High,

Be Unique,

I am ME so will that ever be enough,

this penicl and paper is all i need and i know its sad but words are all i have  

which is what poetry means to me.